Why have we stopped - is this where they kill me? Guljana whimpered as she knelt in the wire cage and watched the opening tailgate of the vehicle in dread. The men were standing outside, smoking and talking. "...Made good time on the freeway...cop escort makes all the difference...plenty of time..." She shrank back into the far corner as one of the men unlocked the cage. He just caught hold of her ankle cuffs and dragged her out into the pitch black. Under the glare of the red taillights, Guljana was made to pull down her shorts and squat. She peed miserably as they watched in silence. When she had finished and pulled up her shorts, the man who had forced her out of the cage loosened her ball gag and held a red tin to her lips. Before she could react, he yanked her head back by her ponytail and poured the sweet, funny-tasting liquid between her teeth. It was foaming in her mouth and throat! Guljana panicked, sneezed and spluttered as the bubbling fluid came back up her nose. He was laughing at her! "Fucking heathen slut - doesn't even know how to drink a coke!" The other man swore and ground the end of his cigarette under his heel. "Hey Guy, how come this Arab fuck-slut didn't get shipped out to Camp J______ with the others instead of coming over here?"
"Didn't you see that brand while she was peeing? This one's too special for those bastards. The Senator calls her his 'little key' - says she's a valuable asset. Besides, our military's 'guests' at D____ G_____ keep killing the toys the CIA send them in return for co-operating - seems they want white, western bitches to play with. A waste of perfectly good slaves if you ask me."
Guljana miserably began to clamber into the back of the vehicle but the younger man intervened. "Hey, not so fast! Where do you think you're going, bitch?" He pulled her back by her ponytail and forced her cuffed wrists up and over her head. Guljana cried in misery as her handcuffs were padlocked to the rear of her collar. He caught hold of the sides of her nylon shorts and yanked them back down again past her knees.
"Ohh for Christ's sake, Pete - do you HAVE to fuck everything in reach?" The other man, the one called Guy, was shaking his head in disgust. "Just be quick. You'd better keep her clean and unmarked, mind."
His colleague grinned and pulled the blanket out of Guljana's cage, spreading it so it hung over the edge of the tailgate. "Might be my only chance with her if things don't work out tonight. Now, face down and spread, senate-slut! And I want to feel you tighten on me." Guljana sobbed in distress but knew better than to object. She bent forward, crushing her pierced and tender breasts against the covered floor of the 4x4 and opened her legs as far as the ankle cuffs would allow. She could only just touch the ground with the tips of her toes. "Don't worry about leaking cum juices, fuck-slut - see how much I'm a gentleman? I'm using a rubber just to keep you nice and clean for your master!" He pressed her belly down against the tailgate with one hand on the small of her back then, without any foreplay, began to deeply penetrate her cunt in one slow thrust.
Guljana squealed in pain. "N-not, p-please not, Mister! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
"That's the spirit! Now come on, filthy foreign whore - SQUEEZE!" Guljana cried and cried during the savage rape. She was still so sore after Zia had violated her with that huge dildo. This man was just using her like an animal and it hurt so badly! Every thrust jarred her insides and she felt like she was burning in her pussy whenever she clenched her pelvic floor muscles. It was a merciful relief when he pressed hard against her thighs, jamming her legs against the edge of the tailgate, and groaned in satisfaction. She just lay there with her legs dangling out the back of the vehicle, trying not to give him any more pleasure by seeing her tears. He swatted her hard on her ass, making her yelp then dragged her upright by her hair. "Good little Arab cunt - that's all you heathen scum deserve. Now keep still while I get you ready for your big moment." As he wiped her face and mouth, Guljana anxiously wondered what was going to happen to her. He buckled the ball gag firmly behind her head again and freed her wrists from the back of her collar, only to lock them together again behind her back. He drew her shorts up to her knees, pausing to wipe her swollen cunt lips. Guljana waited for him to pull the shorts higher. But he was fetching something from the back of the 4x4. She watched in growing horror when he began pulling open the two curved metal straps of the strange device. He was screwing something onto the inside of the longest strap. She began to cry in panic when he picked up a second object and started screwing it on next to the first - pointed metal rods! He stood in front of her shaking body and reached around her, swiftly locking the ends of the smaller metal band together at the front of her waist. Guljana shook her head urgently and tried to squeeze her thighs shut but was slapped on the side of her head, making her eyes swim in pain. "Why you fucking disobedient brown-skinned bitch! I never ordered you to resist - we don't have time for games, little pain-slut!" He grinned at her distress and pulled the horrible metal strap up between her legs, pausing only to check that the tip of each probe was in position and was pushing into her cunt and ass. Guljana writhed and screamed in agony and tried desperately to wriggle out of his grasp. "Guy, can you hold our cargo a moment? I reckon she's not going to like this one little bit." She shrieked and jerked around as the other man came closer.
"Stop it, Pete - she's getting hysterical. You want to blow the whole mission? She doesn't need the dildoes - just the chastity belt on its own will do fine. I've told you before about going too far with the girls - if you overdo the punishments too early they get used up too quickly." Guljana sobbed with relief as her sullen-faced attacker removed the steel belt and unscrewed the harsh probes from the crotch strap. She stood still while it was re-fitted and her shorts were roughly tugged up. She was too weakened by her ordeal to resist as they bundled her back into the cage. They drove off again at speed into the darkness while she sobbed piteously for her Senate-Master to rescue her. When they stopped a second time, Guljana had no idea where they were or what time it was. It was pitch black. They pulled her out again but this time she was hooded and carried flopped down over one of the men's shoulders. There was a strange rushing sort of noise nearby that sounded like splashing water but it kept stopping and starting. Then they were inside some kind of building. She was made to kneel while her handcuffs were locked to her ankle cuffs then they left her alone. When the hood eventually came off, Guljana blinked painfully in the light. As her eyes adjusted, a familiar figure stroked her face - her Senate-master! "Shh - there's no need to cry." He removed the ball gag and smiled as she tearfully kissed and licked his hand. "I know I said it would be a week before we met but an opportunity presented itself that was too good to miss, my dear. You are going to meet a special person...and I hope you might help us change the course of history!"
Terrified and puzzled by words that she barely followed, Guljana whimpered urgently. She was so frightened she reverted to a garbled mixture of her native Pashtun dialect and broken English. "Ohh I ams n-not to like this - I ams much to scares! P-please, my Senate-master, I ams hurt sore much in m-my pussy! A-and my sister, Alexa...much in big danger to her lifes f-from Mill..."
The man who had just raped her interrupted them. "Five minutes, Mr Senator!"
Guljana sobbed in frustration as the gag was replaced and a blindfold strap was secured over her eyes. Then...silence! She could feel her heart thumping inside her chest. After an eternity, she heard a faint noise. Someone was coming closer! She jumped as fingers traced down her left shoulder, moved down her front and stroked her breasts. Guljana mewed fearfully when her shorts were tugged down her thighs. A finger slid under the front of her chastity belt, tugging it upwards as if testing the padlock at the waist! The ball gag was being unbuckled. As it was pulled out of her trembling mouth, something long, hard and metallic was forced between her lips. It was a kind of flat pipe - it tasted and smelled very unpleasant, like oil and matches. A hand grasped her ponytail making her keep her head straight. The tube was pushed deeper inside her throat and there was a soft clicking noise. A strange voice whispered in her ear. "You are going to tell me who brought you - you will tell me now or I blow out the back of your head, understand?"
Guljana shook in terror, unable to speak. The Talib commander who had abducted her in Kandahar had put a gun in her mouth before making her suck him and his lieutenants. She knew she was moments from death! From behind, she heard the calm voice of her beloved Senate-master. "Tell me, Major Yasov, Is this how a Russian greets his long-lost daughter?"
The animal groans of ecstasy through the car window distracted Gina from negotiating terms with the john. His eyes were locked on the taut zippered seam of her slick hotpants where it disappeared between her thighs. "Uhh twenty by hand, fifty by mouth, a hundred for the real thing. An' I don't do no full sex without a condom - so don't bother askin', okay?" She watched Alexa trotting back happily, clutching a handful of notes. Her client was still sighing in pleasure as he lay back in his vehicle. Alexa wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then gave all the money to a wide-eyed Gina.
"Fucking hell!" Gina's client sniggered. "I want what that other guy got - how much for your friend here?"
Gina scowled at him and grabbed Alexa's arm. "Tough shit, buster - me an' my friend here's closed for business!" She sauntered off, head aloof and gyrated her shiny ass provocatively at the disappointed john. "You an' me need to have a lil' talk, sister!"
Alexa tentatively bit into the filled bagel then murmured with pleasure - it was lovely! "Look, Alexa - ya gonna do me out of business, goin' down on the johns like that. They gonna get the idea every trick's as good! I tell ya, girl, I dunno what ya doin' with that sweet mouth of yours but I never heard so much groanin' by a john!" Alexa looked down, unhappy she had caused her new friend any trouble. "Hey, I'm kiddin' ya! But ya gonna have ta teach ME what to do!" Gina grinned, shoving the roll of notes across the Diner's table. "Ya sure know how ta make a buck, sister!"
Alexa stared down at the money. "I...I don't want it - you have it, Gina. I only need a little for something to eat. I'll be going back to my master soon." She pushed the notes back to her stunned companion. "Please, take it for your art classes. I-I think your paintings are really beautiful." She refused to change her mind; smiling and grinning all the way back to Gina's tiny apartment above the sex-bar. Gina also had a job there as pole dancer. She explained that it all helped to pay for her art school classes, her late brother's drug debt to the pushers, and her 'management fees' to the local Chicano gang. "Much cheaper than a pimp," she had added. Alexa sat and watched the tiny television while Gina went downstairs for her shift in the exotic dance bar. She returned a few minutes later. "Chantal's gone sick - there's only me an' the bar's full of customers. Big Louie wants ta know if ya can dance!"
"Uhhh, m-me?" Alexa gulped and looked down at her clothes. "I...err, y-yes I was trained by my first master but I don't have anything to wear. And I'm not pretty like you - are you sure he wants me?"
Gina snorted. "Ya look okay ta me! Chantal's not much taller so ya can use her stuff!" By the time she was dressed in the skimpy gold vinyl playsuit and made up, the regulars crowded against the elevated stage were grumbling about the lengthy delay. Gina immediately stepped up and began to gyrate in time to the heavy disco beat before swinging expertly around the pole. Her long jet hair swept inches above the stage. Alexa was mesmerized by Gina's dazzling athletic routine - she was so lithe, so supple! After about fifteen minutes, she was glistening with exertion and smiled while the customers stuffed bills down the front of her tiny briefs. She clambered down and looked at Alexa expectantly. "Well, whadya waiting for? I got them all fired up for ya!"
Alexa swallowed nervously and looked around the smoke-hazed bar. A sea of expectant faces stared back. She managed to climb up to the raised stage, despite the very high heels of the metallic gold thigh boots she had borrowed. The boots were a few sizes too big so Gina had stuffed the pointed toes with tissues. The man Gina called Big Louie winked and gave her a thumbs-up sign. The music had thankfully slowed to a hypnotic, sensual rhythm. Alexa took a deep breath and tried to imagine her Master was watching - she would dance for Master Charles. She gently trailed her golden-gloved fingers down the shiny chrome. As she leaned closer and twisted her head to one side, she closed her eyes in reverent rapture. There was a collective groan from the audience when she began licking the exact spot where Gina's crotch had ground itself against the metal surface. Alexa stroked and fondled the pole as if it were her lover's cock. She kissed it sensuously. In her mind, there was only her and the pole. All conversation in the bar had ceased. Alexa did not notice - she was rubbing her damp, plastic-covered cunt against the base of the pole, slowly working herself into a state of pre-orgasmic frenzy. She groaned softly, pulled herself upright and wrapped herself around the shiny rod, shimmying up to the ceiling. Alexa threw back her head, stretched her legs wide apart and slowly spiraled down to the stage, making the thin strip of glistening fabric at her crotch squeak as it was dragged between her pouting labia. Someone dropped a glass but she barely heard it shatter. Her movements became more intense, more rapturous. Alexa had the strangest feeling, as if she was being coached by her first master, Stephen - it was as if he was somehow there in the bar looking down at her, encouraging her to perform for him. She could even hear his voice...'Arch and thrust! Get those shoulders off the floor slave! That's it! Harder, girl - HARDER!'...The first orgasm shuddered through her body. Moments later, a second stronger spasm made her gasp. The transfixed watchers quietly gasped too. Alexa arched her back with kneeling thighs astride the pole until her loose hair trailed on the stage. She rubbed her crotch urgently against the metal shaft. The music had died away but she kept going - only her soft throaty cries remained in the completely silent bar. They seemed almost mournful to the fascinated onlookers, like this girl was crying out in a peculiar blend of lust and grief. "Uuuuuhhh....UUUUUHHHHHH....OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
The stunned silence was shattered moments later by big Louie clapping his bear-like hands together. The bar echoed with whistling and thunderous applause. Alexa lay on her back, utterly spent by her efforts, and watched in tearful wonder while dollar bills were thrust into the tops of her boots, inside her playsuit, and into her gloved hands! Nobody noticed the small man in the booth talking into his mobile phone. Nobody heard him say the few words that would put her life in jeopardy....."Yeah, I think I've found her!"
"You ask too much - this is beyond me!"
"Marco, she is like family to me! Do this for the memory of your cousin, Lucia." Armando waited anxiously for his guest's reply.
"Hmm...Family, you say? This girl is THAT special to you?" The well-dressed old man sighed. "If I did not know you to be a man of honor - and if I did not owe you my life, I would turn away. Armando - she may be dead...and there are," he paused and leaned forward to whisper, "important people badly wanting this Alexa of yours - very powerful people!"
"Marco, do not make me beg!"
"Si, bene - I do what I can, only do not hope for miracles." Armando's guest stood up. His armed escort stood too. "I do this for Lucia - and for you saving my life."
Armando sat in silence with the lights off for a long time after they had gone. If the Family couldn't find his little angel, then she might never be found...
Master Charles was finding it difficult to concentrate. The Council was debating yet another proposed slave exchange with their Russian counterparts - a consignment of fresh, unused illegal immigrant Puerto Rican girls for the same number of clean young 'revolutionary terrorists' from Chechnya. But Yasov had consistently vetoed every approach so far. However, things might change if the Senator's plan worked. He sighed - all this talk of quotas and the potentially renewed exports from Baghdad just didn't seem so important. Why hadn't Miller reported back yet? There was something not right about his attitude - the man seemed too eager to track Alexa, as if he was secretly delighted she was missing. Damn the girl - where was she? Alexa should be kneeling at his side, naked and chained - not lost and possibly injured in New York. Master Charles caught the eye of the Deputy President's slave who sat at her master's feet. She quickly cast her eyes down to the report on her knees when her leash chain was sharply tugged but it was obvious she knew about Alexa. It was her tiny smile of pity and the concern on her face - that was what bothered him most. He picked up the latest report on the increasing death rate caused by HET. Thank goodness his little Alexa had been properly sterilized by her first master and only required the lower doses of sex hormones. But the slow-release implant in her arm would need replacing soon. He frowned and shook his head. Damn! Why can't I get this creature out of my mind?
"Wow! That was amazin' - ya bowled 'em over!" Gina gazed in awe at Alexa who looked away, acutely embarrassed by the praise. "Hey, hey! Don't be shy - they LOVED ya!" Both girls were glistening with sweat after their exertions - they had taken turns on the pole and finished with a raunchy duet, which brought the house down. Big Louie had beamed and crushed Alexa in an embrace that nearly winded her while her feet dangled off the floor. Gina reached out to twine her fingers with Alexa's. "Look at all this dough!" She held up a thick bundle of notes. "Ya gotta take a fair share - I can't keep it, it aint fair!" Alexa just smiled and shook her head. There was an awkward pause as they leaned against the wall in the corridor behind the bar. "Uhhh, time to get showered..."
For some reason, Alexa just couldn't look Gina in the eye. "Y-yes." She whispered like a shy child.
"Ummm...we could, uhh yanno, save on hot water - if we, yanno, if we showered...together?"
Alexa wiped a tear from her eye and smiled at Gina. "Y-yes, we...we could."
"Err, are ya...okay about that then?"
"Yes," Alexa put her gloved hands around Gina's waist and whispered. "I'd like that very much!" They undressed each other. Gina was so tender, so gentle that Alexa burst into tears, alarming the girl. "No, no - I'm okay, I'm so happy!" Their lips met. Alexa moaned in delight and relief as Gina's questing tongue darted inside her mouth and rubbed behind her teeth. They barely made it to the shower. Their lovemaking was slow, exquisite and intense. Alexa moaned rapturously and thrust against Gina's soapy fingers as they sought out the tiny ring through her swollen clit. They brought each other to orgasm quickly, and then moved to the bed without drying properly. When the second orgasm rushed through her quivering body, her joy was so overwhelming she had to bury her face in Gina's shoulder to stifle her screams. She licked and kissed Gina's hardened nipples, making the Latino girl gasp. Alexa moved further down, teasing Gina's belly piercing with the tip of her tongue. She turned around, rubbing her mouth lightly against her lover's soft belly as she approached her sex. Gina helped her climb over until her knees were on either side of the Latino beauty's chest. "Uhhh, Geez! Ya gonna drive me fuckin' crazy, lover-girl!" Alexa smiled then put her hands under Gina's shaking thighs and gently blew over her moist cunt lips. Using her fingers, Alexa teased the soft folds apart and lapped with her whole tongue along the length of Gina's sweet cleft. Gina's thighs squeezed against her head - she was lifted up as her lover arched in reaction to the incredible sensations in her belly. Alexa squirmed with pleasure as her own clit ring was gently tugged by her lover's teeth. Their bodies locked in sensual embrace, knowing - as only females do - exactly what the other needed. She had missed 'slave-play' with the other girls more than she realized. It made her yearn to be back at Master Charles' feet. Soon, soon...
Outside, a van with darkened windows drew up opposite the exotic bar. The driver looked up at the lighted apartment window then turned around to check on the heavily sedated young girl lying in chains on the bare, metal floor. With a gleam of triumph, he turned on the engine and drove off in the direction of Little Italy...